By Sage Thomas the Tamian
These are dark days for Tamia, so dark that we may never again see
the light of day. A cloud of darkness, thick as smoke, clings to our
fair city like a foul mist. Inside Tamia, it is almost perpetual
night. Creatures most foul maraud, pillage, and kill at will. Yes,
there are those who would stand and fight, but they cannot hold out
much longer.

It was not always this way. Tamia, for many dozens of generations,
was one of the most powerful cities in all of Eastern Olmran. Its
citizens were learned and, in general, culturally advanced. Learning
and knowledge flourished, prompting many sages and scholars to visit
and make Tamia their home. From them came the workings of magic,
refined enough for everyday use. Life was good in those days.

Then, without warning, a strange army riding under a red banner swept
down on the town. Tamia held out for almost two years, but
eventually the King laid aside his scepter, the staff of Niord, and
surrendered to the new power: Kaid. Imperial Kaid, at that time, was
an emerging culture from the sandy banks of the River Namm. Because
Kaid lies in a veritable desert wasteland, the Kaidites were
protected from enemy attack, until one day they burst forth in a
conquering fury, and none in their path could withstand them.

The Kaidites brought with them their strange customs and gods. The
supreme Tamian god, Niord, god of light and fury, was replaced with
the warlike Helk. Ahrimal the forked-tongue had a temple right
against the wall of the Palace itself. Tamian gods, save for Niord,
were tolerated, so long as their worshippers did not cause any
trouble. The Niordites continued to worship their god underground,
however, even under severe persecution, for all knew that if their
lost high god found his power, the Kaidites would be driven out.

The conflict was a hundred years in the making, and when it happened,
events moved so quickly and in so bizarre a fashion that none could
have foreseen it. The Kaidites brought their own gods with them, but
they also brought the dark blight -- the Cult of Arnak. Arnak, whose
mere name made every Kaidite, regardless of social station, quiver
with fright. Arnak was true evil -- the high demon himself, some
said. His worship was banned even from warlike Kaidite society, so
strong was his evil.

Unfortunately, evil begets power, and the Cult of Arnak was no
different. The cult came to fair Tamia soon after the Kaidite
Occupation began. Many Kaidites, even those in the court of Duke
Danius, joined and began worshipping the evil one. His cult grew in
power until it was common knowledge that Arnak's evil was on the move
in Tamia.

So, the supreme power struggle among the gods began, but not in a way
that anyone foresaw. As Niord struggled against Helk and Ahrimal on
the Celestial Plain, Arnak himself wove a mighty spell around the
city of Tamia. The city was instantly plunged into darkness, as dark
as night. Since that day, the sun has not shone in the city, save
for a murky twilight that lasts for mere minutes a day. Arnak, then,
in a mighty bid to claim Tamia for his own, loosed his Seven Servants
upon the city.

Meanwhile, on the Celestial Plain, the three warring gods sensed
their impending doom -- but much too late. Arnak had grown so much
in power by casting his spell upon Tamia that they were powerless to
stop him. Immediately, the three formed an alliance to rid the city
and, indeed, all of Olmran from this scourge. Banned from the city
they were bound to protect, Niord, Helk, and Ahrimal constantly
strive to win back what once was theirs.

Arnak, pleased with his conquest, started his true invasion. As
darkness fell over Tamia, he summoned his unholy army to raze the
city. Each soul taken by his foul troops made him all the more
powerful. Zombies, skeletons, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and his
demons appeared from the nether planes to stake their claim to the
city, all in the name of Arnak. Even humans, recruited from among
the Kaidite and Tamian faithful of the Cult of Arnak gave up their
souls to Arnak and became his necromancers and fighters. The hideous
statue of Arnak in the temple glowed with an unholy light as his
power grew.

Arnak's plan was clear. As soon as his army had harvested enough
souls, he would have the power to make the jump from the nether
planes to Tamia itself, forever unleashing his evil upon